As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own. Stanley, and paused. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. ” Michelle streamed over to them as if on cue, her eyes not meeting Mike’s. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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